Zoey Grayson Novels & Stories

DARCY The second her voice cracked, I knew I fucked up. "You had a baby?" Zoey Vandemere stood in the doorway like she'd walked into a nightmare. Tall, athletic, hair pulled into one of her characteristic, effortless high puffs that framed her sharp cheekbones. She was wearing black joggers, a grey cropped hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. Like always, she smelled rich, like vanilla bean and something warm, something expensive, and undeniably Zoey.

Part One: Zachariah Hunter ZOE My name is Zoe Daniels, and on the day I turned eighteen, I became an Only Fans model. My mother, who had just lost her husband a few years ago and was still reeling from the aftermath of taking care of an only daughter who was very rebellious, lost it. Without batting an eyelid, she gave me a choice. If I was going to become an Only Fans model, then I wasn't going to do it under her roof.

I prayed to the goddess to bless our union and make us strong. I managed to sneak out of bed. I went to the shower and tried to take a bath. Looking at my body in the mirror, I saw red marks all over my body. They were kisses and finger grips. Most have formed due to the pressure of the passion we shared. I giggled, remembering all that had happened. I could not believe it. They were mine. It was official. I was their Luna. Still washing in the shower, I caught the scent of Cinnamon, and I knew Clay had stepped in.

The landline buzzed and I quickly answered it "Hello, Mr. Grey's PA. How may I help you?” "I am Blair Reston. Can you schedule me to have a meeting with them? Regarding the new items of furniture. I will design in their hotel and restaurant renovation." A girly voice ordered. "Sure, Madam the day after tomorrow is available. Is that all?" "Ok" She ended the call. Why do I feel my heart have been stabbed by a knife thinking Zayn is seeing a girl?

"We are going to talk about it and you are going to write about it. And we are going to be done with the pattern once and for all." "Okay," Lennon said again. He meant it the same way he had meant the last time—completely, without reservation. Across the city, Archer posted a TikTok that was fifteen seconds long—just the text “roman grayson said goodnight to me and I have not recovered” over a video of a rain-streaked window. Two hundred thousand views in four hours.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

As if that was the most appropriate time to say something like that. "Who said Rayne is a human?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at her. "Rayne is a gifted human, not a normal human... I don't know if you all notice this or not, but Rayne basically revokes all the rules... We never expected to find her kind and find it safe to live with. Now that it happened, I can tell you that not a single rule applies on this girl except very few ones, the basic ones that go on all kinds," Elizabeth spoke, making my cold-blooded heart flutter with happiness. I had a chance with her. A chance that would not be deemed illegal. Rose came back with a girl who could not be more than twenty-three years old. Her

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

I also had my youngest daughter, Lili, holding my hand, the latest member to the Loren family at only four months, Stefano, in a sling across my front and his older brother by one year, Zacharius, in the stroller. After the miscarriage, Leo and I were trying for a baby for almost three years. Just when we were beginning to lose hope, along came little Zacharius and then not long after Stefano. "Si, Amore mio," I replied looking down at Cato who was still looking up at me with his big blue eyes. "When school is over, can we go and see Granny Rosa?" he asked. "I made her something with Frannie and Marie." "Of course," I said ruffling his soft blonde hair. "She'd love to see you all."

she yells. "WHAT?!" Brandon shouts back, looking utterly betrayed. "I HAVE NAILS ON!" Grayson moves like he's choreographing death itself—dodging two balls with fluid grace, catching one mid-air, and launching it toward some poor guy on Red. The guy doesn't even see it coming before he's sprawled on the floor. "Damn," Yara mutters, looking impressed despite herself. "You been in prison or something?" "Wouldn't last a day," he says calmly, not even winded. "Too pretty."